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“You’ll get it when I’m ready,” he said.
She loved this take-charge guy that was finally showing himself.
She was pretty sure a gush of fluid came out of her on those words too. She’d never been one that liked to be told what to do or controlled, but this sure the hell felt different.
When she was squirming on the bed, he moved back and she thought, finally, he’s going to give me what I want.
He didn’t though. He just moved his mouth up her stomach, her ribs and then latched onto a nipple.
“This is a new form of torture.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I need to taste these as well. They are perfect.”
“Small,” she said.
“More sensitive this way,” he argued, then pinched her other nipple while he sucked on the one he’d found first.
She was squirming some more and letting out a few mortifying squeals at the same time.
It was as if he knew she was pretty much all but done and then he slanted his mouth across hers and entered her at the same time.
Now that was what it felt like to have your body sigh over something.
Her hips lifted once and then twice, but she couldn’t keep up with him and it was as if he didn’t want her to.
“You wanted a ride,” he said. “You’re going to hang on and get it.”
Her and her big mouth.
But it was so worth it.
His hands went to her ass, cupping her cheeks while he kept her in place and all but slammed into her at the speed of the helicopter battling through a storm.
Her squeal turned to more shouts, he had a bunch of grunts mixed in, and then everything in her just lit up and burst into flames, tensing, squeezing, clenching him as she spun in circles and crashed to the ground in a glorious landing.
It wasn’t two seconds later that he was lying on top of her, their bodies unmoving of everything other than throbbing between her legs where she felt him coming too.
His breathing was as labored as hers. Her hands went up to his back and came in contact with sweat.
She started to laugh and he leaned up to look at her.
“Sorry. You really worked up a sweat.”
“You said you wanted me to,” he said. “Only doing everything you asked for.”
She frowned and then started to laugh. “Aren’t you just so special and funny at the same time?”
“I’ve been called worse,” he said, rolling off of her. He was standing next to the bed. “Is that your bathroom through there?”
“Yes,” she said. She was still trying to process if he was joking or not with his last comment about being called something worse.
When he came back out, she was partially dressed in her bra and underwear.
He was reaching for his jeans and underwear on the floor. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “How about you? You did most of the work.”
“You did all the yelling though.”
